Taste of "Prasadam" is still fresh to my soul, Echo of conch shells and joy of devotees; All are like a divine message to ear and eyes; Boatman lost in ferrying his boat; Trying to take pilgrims to divine road, And devotees bathing out, their pain and worries.

Drop by dropp God created this Ganges, Like life from a seed creates a tree, Her water is one with life and purity, With divine drops, flows on earth; Waves, boats, lamps, saints are fixed in the eyes; God drives her daughter to sooth His children.

As the Holy water kisses me, God, waves, waters and us, one with divine; In the holy land of Haridwar, Like a petrified child coming out of dark, To introduce man to his creator, To deliver peace, happiness and Moksha.